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A/N: I can't believe how much feedback I have gotten from this story. I hope some of you where taken by surprise by who where Remus's wife and daughter. Although I have been getting reviews since the beginning of who people thought they where. Anyway, I hope you all continue to review as much as you have been. Keep reviewing and I will keep writing.
Chapter Fifteen: Kept in the Shadows
Albus Dumbledore walked swiftly down a long dark corridor. His thoughts revolving everything that had happened in the last couple of months and what he had lost and gained from it. He slowed his steps as the corridor started slanting downwards, leading him into the bowls of Hogwarts Dungeons. He was the only one that knew the true extent of the dungeons. It was in his best interest that he kept it that way as well.
The lighting was sparse as he made his way down a small hallway; a lone torch illuminated his destination. A thick wooden door stood at the end of the hallway. He stopped as he came to the door. No locking charms or spells kept this door shut to the outside world, just a simple yet reliable muggle padlock. But the padlock itself was enforced with unbreakable and anti- unlocking spells to prevent his bargaining chip from getting away.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He was greeted by a low growl and a hoarse ragged voice.
"You just wait old man, when they find out that I am still alive and that it was you who had orchestrated my death you will draw your last breath." The man raged trying to struggle against his bindings. "I remember now. Everything that you and James had done, everything that you had made me do."
Dumbledore looked coldly at the man chained to the small cot. "They will never find you. Even if they did do you really think that they would ever believe you. They hated you."
Anger and hate flared in the mans eyes, "Remus never hated me." He whispered
"Well he does now." Dumbledore said and then without another word to the chained man he turned and walked out the door.
***
Catherine Granger had just entered the room behind Harry and Draco when she caught a glimpse of her daughter on the couch. She was still unconscious. Her first instinct was to rush to her side but was stopped when a hoarse whisper reached her ears.
"Athena?"
She glanced around the room until she found the source of the voice. Her eyes locked with the deep amber eyes. Those same piercing amber eyes that had been haunting her dreams for the last sixteen years, his voice achingly familiar calling to a part of her she couldn't find. It was like a piece of her mind refused to remember that missing link that would make her understand. She dropped to her knees, her hand holding the front of her head as she frantically tried to remember.
"I...I...know you...", she whispered desperately reaching blindly for something, anything that would make her remember, "but I...I... can't remember."
Lucius stood there stunned at the figure on her knees. It was her, Athena Malfoy, no doubt about it. His sister had come home, even if she didn't realize where home was. Her looks had changed, but not enough that she was not recognizable to those who had known her. He watched as she distraughtly tried to remember but the memory charm kept her from remembering. He was rather shocked that she was able to recognize Remus even as little as she had.
Harry stood rooted to the spot in shock. Draco was reacting much the same way as he was. Both their eyes wide in disbelief, they both simultaneously glanced at each other and then back to Remus and to Hermione and then her mother. They only thing that crossed Harry's mind was that when Remus got over his shock he was going to kill Ron and everyone else that had harmed his family. Harry then glanced back at Hermione and noticed a light blue haze that seemed to be hovering over her stomach. Worriedly he glanced at his father meeting his gaze. His expression was grim. Harry cocked his head to the side in confusion. His father gazed pointedly at Hermione's stomach and then back at him, and then it clicked. Hermione was pregnant. Only one thought managed to get through his head at that point. Ron was a dead man, whether it was by his hand or Remus's, there was no mistaking that fact.
Remus walked slowly over to the trembling woman tears blurring his vision. His heart had told him that he would see his wife and daughter again but his mind had repeatedly said the opposite. But her she was, and his daughter was lying on the sofa unconscious. A flare of anger surfaced but he tamped it back down. There would be time to be angry later, now his wife needed him.
"Yes, you do know me." Remus said quietly as he knelt down in front of Athena. He slowly reached out and grasped her hand that was resting on her head.
Catherine gasped as she felt a warm hand grasp hers and pulled it away from her head. When she glanced up she found herself looking directly in those haunting amber eyes. She felt the warmth from his hand spreading to hers and then continuing up her arm and this strange warmth that flooded through the rest of her body, and then she was suddenly blindsided by memories.
From her childhood to her graduation at Hogwarts, and then her secret marriage to Remus and their two years in Paris, to the birth of their daughter.
And then her memories started running through darker ones.
Her last fight with Lucius about her marriage.
Remus leaving abruptly to see Dumbledore for something important, and then James showing up minutes later.
Finding herself helplessly lost and terrified in muggle London with a newborn baby girl.
And then finally the memories stopped flowing. "Remus?" she whispered breathlessly, the tears flowing down her face. "Why would he do that to us, he was your supposed to be your best friend?"
Remus was shocked how was it that she had just broken her own memory charm, and then he remembered how shoddy James's memory charms were. "That wasn't the only thing that he did." He said sagely, pulling Athena into his arms, remembering everything else that he had done to Severus and Lily. "There are so many things that has happened in the last few months. We found out that Dumbledore was the one orchestrating all of it, James was just someone who benefited from it and in turn helped with the manipulations as well." He said looking at Harry whose emerald eyes flare with hate at the mention of Dumbledore and James.
Remus felt the sobs through his robe and could feel the dampness accumulating, but he could care less at this point. He was holding his beloved Athena and that was the only thing counted at that moment. He was brought abruptly out of his thoughts when he heard a low groan coming from the couch. Hermione was waking up. His daughter who had been put through just as much shit as what Harry had, and it all came back to Albus Dumbledore and his manipulations.
He watched as Severus moved out of the way so he could see Hermione. What came into his line of vision made him see red. A light blue haze had settled around his daughter's stomach. Severus had finished the spell. It was then that sunk in at what he was seeing and what it meant. She was pregnant and it was that worthless piece of trashes fault. There was no holding back his rage at that point. He stood up quickly and headed for the fireplace, and before anyone could stop him he threw the floo powder in and was gone.
Ron Weasley was a dead man.
A/N: I can't believe how much feedback I have gotten from this story. I hope some of you where taken by surprise by who where Remus's wife and daughter. Although I have been getting reviews since the beginning of who people thought they where. Anyway, I hope you all continue to review as much as you have been. Keep reviewing and I will keep writing.
Chapter Fifteen: Kept in the Shadows
Albus Dumbledore walked swiftly down a long dark corridor. His thoughts revolving everything that had happened in the last couple of months and what he had lost and gained from it. He slowed his steps as the corridor started slanting downwards, leading him into the bowls of Hogwarts Dungeons. He was the only one that knew the true extent of the dungeons. It was in his best interest that he kept it that way as well.
The lighting was sparse as he made his way down a small hallway; a lone torch illuminated his destination. A thick wooden door stood at the end of the hallway. He stopped as he came to the door. No locking charms or spells kept this door shut to the outside world, just a simple yet reliable muggle padlock. But the padlock itself was enforced with unbreakable and anti- unlocking spells to prevent his bargaining chip from getting away.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He was greeted by a low growl and a hoarse ragged voice.
"You just wait old man, when they find out that I am still alive and that it was you who had orchestrated my death you will draw your last breath." The man raged trying to struggle against his bindings. "I remember now. Everything that you and James had done, everything that you had made me do."
Dumbledore looked coldly at the man chained to the small cot. "They will never find you. Even if they did do you really think that they would ever believe you. They hated you."
Anger and hate flared in the mans eyes, "Remus never hated me." He whispered
"Well he does now." Dumbledore said and then without another word to the chained man he turned and walked out the door.
***
Catherine Granger had just entered the room behind Harry and Draco when she caught a glimpse of her daughter on the couch. She was still unconscious. Her first instinct was to rush to her side but was stopped when a hoarse whisper reached her ears.
"Athena?"
She glanced around the room until she found the source of the voice. Her eyes locked with the deep amber eyes. Those same piercing amber eyes that had been haunting her dreams for the last sixteen years, his voice achingly familiar calling to a part of her she couldn't find. It was like a piece of her mind refused to remember that missing link that would make her understand. She dropped to her knees, her hand holding the front of her head as she frantically tried to remember.
"I...I...know you...", she whispered desperately reaching blindly for something, anything that would make her remember, "but I...I... can't remember."
Lucius stood there stunned at the figure on her knees. It was her, Athena Malfoy, no doubt about it. His sister had come home, even if she didn't realize where home was. Her looks had changed, but not enough that she was not recognizable to those who had known her. He watched as she distraughtly tried to remember but the memory charm kept her from remembering. He was rather shocked that she was able to recognize Remus even as little as she had.
Harry stood rooted to the spot in shock. Draco was reacting much the same way as he was. Both their eyes wide in disbelief, they both simultaneously glanced at each other and then back to Remus and to Hermione and then her mother. They only thing that crossed Harry's mind was that when Remus got over his shock he was going to kill Ron and everyone else that had harmed his family. Harry then glanced back at Hermione and noticed a light blue haze that seemed to be hovering over her stomach. Worriedly he glanced at his father meeting his gaze. His expression was grim. Harry cocked his head to the side in confusion. His father gazed pointedly at Hermione's stomach and then back at him, and then it clicked. Hermione was pregnant. Only one thought managed to get through his head at that point. Ron was a dead man, whether it was by his hand or Remus's, there was no mistaking that fact.
Remus walked slowly over to the trembling woman tears blurring his vision. His heart had told him that he would see his wife and daughter again but his mind had repeatedly said the opposite. But her she was, and his daughter was lying on the sofa unconscious. A flare of anger surfaced but he tamped it back down. There would be time to be angry later, now his wife needed him.
"Yes, you do know me." Remus said quietly as he knelt down in front of Athena. He slowly reached out and grasped her hand that was resting on her head.
Catherine gasped as she felt a warm hand grasp hers and pulled it away from her head. When she glanced up she found herself looking directly in those haunting amber eyes. She felt the warmth from his hand spreading to hers and then continuing up her arm and this strange warmth that flooded through the rest of her body, and then she was suddenly blindsided by memories.
From her childhood to her graduation at Hogwarts, and then her secret marriage to Remus and their two years in Paris, to the birth of their daughter.
And then her memories started running through darker ones.
Her last fight with Lucius about her marriage.
Remus leaving abruptly to see Dumbledore for something important, and then James showing up minutes later.
Finding herself helplessly lost and terrified in muggle London with a newborn baby girl.
And then finally the memories stopped flowing. "Remus?" she whispered breathlessly, the tears flowing down her face. "Why would he do that to us, he was your supposed to be your best friend?"
Remus was shocked how was it that she had just broken her own memory charm, and then he remembered how shoddy James's memory charms were. "That wasn't the only thing that he did." He said sagely, pulling Athena into his arms, remembering everything else that he had done to Severus and Lily. "There are so many things that has happened in the last few months. We found out that Dumbledore was the one orchestrating all of it, James was just someone who benefited from it and in turn helped with the manipulations as well." He said looking at Harry whose emerald eyes flare with hate at the mention of Dumbledore and James.
Remus felt the sobs through his robe and could feel the dampness accumulating, but he could care less at this point. He was holding his beloved Athena and that was the only thing counted at that moment. He was brought abruptly out of his thoughts when he heard a low groan coming from the couch. Hermione was waking up. His daughter who had been put through just as much shit as what Harry had, and it all came back to Albus Dumbledore and his manipulations.
He watched as Severus moved out of the way so he could see Hermione. What came into his line of vision made him see red. A light blue haze had settled around his daughter's stomach. Severus had finished the spell. It was then that sunk in at what he was seeing and what it meant. She was pregnant and it was that worthless piece of trashes fault. There was no holding back his rage at that point. He stood up quickly and headed for the fireplace, and before anyone could stop him he threw the floo powder in and was gone.
Ron Weasley was a dead man.